We broke the kiss, and I leaned my head against his chest. “I want the library to be more than just books, Greg. I want it to be a place where people can apply for jobs. Learn. Take classes. There are some libraries around the country that even rent out kits for learning to bake and knit and sew and fix things. Reading time. Learning sign language. I want the Oliver Creek library to be a haven for growth, not just books, though books are pretty important.”
“You sound like a head librarian, omega. What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
I blew out a breath. Tomorrow was a big day. But we still had the rest of the afternoon. “We can get a head start on the floors or replacing the light fixtures or…”
Before I could finish, Greg grabbed me and flattened my body against the nearest wall. He kissed me with a new hunger. A new energy. This was nothing like the chaste kisses we’d shared before. “I was thinking we’d go home and celebrate, just the two of us.”
“That sounds like an even better plan. Take me home, alpha. Please.”
Chapter Sixteen
Greg
We ended up in Oswald’s room, landing on the bed so hard the mattress landed on the floor, where we just stayed. I had no desire to get up and rearrange it, and fortunately, my mate didn’t seem to either. Instead, we put our attention to more important things like ripping our clothes off to get naked as quickly as possible.
“My bear has been saying you are our mate since we met you,” I gasped between kisses.
“My fox also, but I didn’t think you felt that way. Or we’d have gotten here a lot sooner.”
“I can’t call it a waste of time because I have loved every minute of getting to know you, but I’m very glad to find ourselves here now.” His skin was rough silk under my hands as I explored what I had only seen momentarily when shifting. “But let’s not wait again.”
“No. I want…I want…”
“What do you want, omega mine?”
“Everything. It’s too hard to think when you’re touching me like—that.” He bucked his hips, and I tightened my grip on his cock, giving a squeeze.
“Good because what I have in mind for the rest of our night doesn’t involve any thinking at all.” I rolled my palm over the head, smearing the droplet of precum and sending his scent into the air. Bending, I took him in my mouth, desperate to be inside him but also to taste him. And as I licked circles, learning the feel of him against my teeth and tongue, I didn’t regret my choice. Oswald’s hands gripped my hair, blunt nails scratching my scalp as he groaned his pleasure and urged me on.
Into my throat, relaxing my gag reflex, deep as I possibly could while gliding fingers back to circle his hole, test his slick. So ready for me. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking, licking, scraping my teeth gently over his skin.
While he moaned, I eased my forefinger into him, testing more, playing, upping the sensations as he confirmed with a sharp gasp. My own cock rubbed against the sheets, making me shiver while deep throating my mate, moving faster and faster, getting the first hot spurt in my throat right before he poured his essence into me. I swallowed it all, licking the last bit from the tip before fitting my arms under his knees and spreading him wide, vulnerable, open for me.
“Yes, alpha please,” he begged. “I need you.”
“I need you more, omega.” I brought my cock to his hole, unable to use my hands while they were supporting his legs, but with one sharp push, I was inside, halfway, backing out, and then all the way. Balls deep. Already so hard, so hot for him, his scent a drug that drove me to fill him over and over. My mate, mine, for the rest of my life. There was nothing sexier than that. Nothing that could make me harder and more desperate to mark him so nobody would ever doubt he was mine. So he would see that mark every time he looked in a mirror. To know that Fate chose us for one another.
He was a hot glove around my driving cock, slick but tight and thrashing underneath me. His knees to his chest were the only thing keeping him somewhat stable, but his eyes were closed, breaths sharp, and just as my balls tightened, my mate cried out and came again, splashing both our bellies with cum.
Even if I hadn’t been close, that would have sent me, seeing him cum with just a little friction between us. Hot cum boiled out of my balls and into my mate’s body, triggering my knot. It swelled, binding us together, creating a seal that held my cum inside him as it was intended to do. Releasing his knees, Igathered him close to me and sank my teeth into his shoulder, coppery fluid filling my mouth before I released him and lapped the wound closed.
Hanging over him panting, I didn’t see it coming until the sharp pain in my shoulder told me this omega marked me in return. I’d never been so proud.
I held him close until my knot deflated, allowing us to shift into a more natural position for sleep. My mate, my omega, my gift from Fate and the Goddess. My companion for the rest of my life. My love.
Chapter Seventeen
Oswald
After an afternoon filled with love and mating and marking, I got out of the shower after Greg and heard him bustling through the house.
I cleared the steam from the mirror and saw the mark, his mark, on my shoulder. It was already mostly healed, no longer angry or red. A surge of pride and love shot through me knowing I was mated to a loving and kind man.
Nothing like Maxwell.
Gah, I shouldn’t even be comparing the two.
Greg had gotten out of the shower before me, wearing my mark on his shoulder as well. He said he was starving, but I knew my growling stomach had something to do with it.
